JUICED UP JOURNEY
1011 Words
I was lying on Joe’s laps. I had narrated everything to him. From the bad night to my bad mother through the bad Frankie. He has such a cute voice. It’s soft and pitched up. Every time he utters a word, he sighs then he goes on and the voice comes forth as a loud whisper.
I had to lie to him that I am sleepy. He agreed! He is smelling like heaven here below my nose. And I am sleeping near the part of his body that matters most. I miss watching p**n and saw I am fantasizing a real one with him. But that doesn’t take away the fact that I fear s*x. A message tone wakes up my sleeping phone. I fish it out of my bag pack. It’s Carline.
“Heey babes!” Her message reads.
I grin. Joe sees the text.
“You need to respond to that.” He suggests.
“Thank you.”
If my mom witnessed the standards of courtesy I displayed here! She would be astonished. But I have to do this. He is a cute guy. Jeysen has severally tried to seduce me, but I don’t like the fact that we are hoodmates. Mating with hoodmates ain’t my thing.
“Heey sweety.” I type back
I am showing off my pretty finger nails to Joe. I want him to imagine me scratching his chest down to his loins and terrorising his balls like Messi.
“Your finger nails. So pretty.” Joe remarks.
“Thanks. I love them this way.”
He brings his hand onto them, he holds my arm them turns to look at me. What is he assessing? I try to concentrate on my phone waiting for my bitches text message. He rests on his elbow behind my head such that he looks upon me. His little damsel. I feel like telling him “Good work!” But I choose to remain humble. He swipes his fingers across my neck, so slowly that I want him to keep doing it, like a cat. He is patient but. He speaks less, seems to be a man of action. More of action. I open my mother to say something but he cuts in.
“Just keep up with your chat with Carline. Don’t worry about the hair, I love stroking it.”
“Shss, you’re loud.”
“But they are all sleeping.”
Everyone in the car is sleeping. I really want to play along. Of course it will lead to nothing. I have heard of those stories where couples confessed having met in the weirdest of scenarios like this. But those are just stories. People should seek meeting in organized scenarios, like gym sessions? Huh. f**k that thought, this day confirms the stories.
“I love the stroking. f**k, your fingers are long.”
“He drops his hand down to my back and holds my check with his left right hand.”
Jeez! He wants to kiss me! He got guts! I cleverly put my phone on silent mode. I love this commercial break. Like that one in class where the teacher throws a jibe of a false good story and the class has to listen because they have been through a lot listening to complex contents explain. But they will keep the complex content and never pay much attention to the false story. The events the previous night are the complex content.
“I would kiss you today but I won’t. I print the picture of your lips onto my memory. They are beef.”
I am disappointed. I bite my lip to confirm to him. He is hesitant.
“f**k!” I accidentally curse.
“What?”
“Nothing.”
I wish all men were sign readers. I submit. I have seen it at the intro of p**n clips. Such a climatic feeling, which cannot be all acting. Hair stroking always lead to body stroking. I am ready for the kiss. My lips get wet. My mouth is filled up with love. I want to pour it all today. I want to turn towards him when this van hits a bump and my hand has to switch towards applying forward motion breaks.
“f**k!” We all curse.
The sleeping passengers wake up. Everyone wants to know how far they have gone. I am furious. I feel like the driver was spying on us and he hit the bump deliberately. He is so petty.
“Can’t young people grow in love in peace?” I wonder.
“Don’t worry.” Speaks a Joe who seems to have hear my thoughts.
“f**k the bump. The government should remove bumps from all roads.”
He laughs at my disappointment. What kind of man is he? He should have shouted. He almost had a strange kiss in a van. That is a rare opportunity.
“Where you dropping at?”
“Vegas. You?”
“That makes the two of us!”
“So? Doesn’t make everything right.”
“I have a plan!”
“My cousin will be waiting at the bus stop.”
“Tell her the car delayed. Or had a puncture.”
His plan sounds perfect. But In don’t like this impromptu stuff. I even don’t known him. What if he is just some sort of fugitive? Hell no!
“I have a house right at the centre of Vegas.”
“My aunt is down the Swindle Street.”
“Such a quiet place. We call it a retirement street. Old men with old cars. New ones light up here and there. I am a student and Gretsa College.”
Silence. He is a university student. Of course he is dating in college.
“So, issaplan?” He asks what I feared.
“What?” I look away.
“I have drinks. We can kiss and dance in peace.”
“I want to take a shot at that but...”
“But what? Bring your phone.” He takes it and goes straight to contacts. “What is the name of your aunt?”
“Perry. What do you want to do?”
“Tell her that I will be late.”
“You. Not me.”
“C’mon Comelince.”
That was good rhyme on my name over there. That earns him more marks. His seductive twenging turns me on. I can imagine us on bed and him doing it better that than that and with just peaceful comfort.
“Okay, go ahead.”
“That’s my girl!”
“But we are only kissing.”
“I gat you.” He smiles.
The van hoots and turns into Vegas Bus stop.
Shall we?
- Writer
